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Ragdoll Redeemed (excerpts) Chapter 1

curtain on stage


I guess it isn’t really all that great of a surprise that Marilyn and I had  such  similar  childhood  stories.  Plenty  of emotionally  unstable, fragile women like our mothers  got themselves “in trouble”  with men who had no permanent thought of the woman or her child. And just like many other fatherless children, Marilyn and I were plagued by uncertainty and lifelong obsession about our biological fathers, even though in both cases they denied paternity  until their respective deaths.

Apparently, Marilyn’s father abandoned her mother after being told of the pregnancy, just as my father did.


Ragdoll Redeemed (excerpts) Chapter 1


curtain on stage

Don’t Cry, My Doll,  Don’t Cry


Don’t cry my doll

Don’t cry

I hold you and rock you to sleep

Hush hush

I’m pretending now

I’m not your mother who died.



I’LL NEVER FORGET the chill of recognition that ran through me  when  I first read  this  snippet  of Marilyn’s effort  to  express her motherless childhood through poetry. Who can blame her for her con- fusion? I can’t. After all, where else can a child get her first awareness of what life is like except in her mother’s womb? And what does a girl- child do if her mother’s love doesn’t survive the pregnancy, leaving her like a stillborn? I know those may be confusing, convoluted questions, but some girls never know anything but a life with those kinds of ques- tions, and they never find a single answer.


Introduction to Ragdoll Redeemed: Growing up in the Shadow of Marilyn Monroe



“What I want to tell- is what’s on my mind:

‘taint Dishes,

‘taint Wishes, its thoughts flinging by before I die- and to think in ink.” 




MARILYN MONROE WROTE those lines. No, really: Marilyn did! What else would Marilyn havewritten if she had lived to tell her story, if she had had a chance to do more thinking in ink? What would she have shared if she had reached more often for a pen, and less often for pills, booze, and men? She was ready to talk, to tell us what only Marilyn knew— what it had meant to her to be a mirage that vanished when you got too close to it.


Foreword to my book (Ragdoll Redeemed) written by Linda Joy Myers, Ph.D (Part 2)

Dawn has inspired all of us in the group with her poetic and visceral writing and her tenacity—not only to have lived her story, which is amazing in itself, but to have written her stories over and over again, despite having dyslexia and no background in writing. She not only mastered tenses, she took us deep into the soul of a little girl and young woman who had a unique vision of how life can and should be lived. Her journey goes from a house with no paint to mansions in Hollywood, from being a lost child to finding herself, healing the past, and being able to teach and heal others in her chosen profession.


Foreword to my book (Ragdoll Redeemed) written by Linda Joy Myers, Ph.D

IT ALL STARTED when Dawn joined my first online memoir writing class with three other women. In the first phone call, as a way to get started, everyone went around the virtual circle to tell me what they wanted from the class. “I’d like to work on my tenses,” Dawn said. “You know, verb tenses.”

Here we are, three years later, and what a journey it has been! Dawn has done so much more than learn verb tenses. At the beginning of our journey together, she didn’t realize what a powerful story she had to tell, which is often the case. In the process of sharing our story, we unzip ourselves and open our hearts to discover who we are, where we have been, and most of all, discover and own the amazing strength and power inside us.